Author's note: reeeally sorry for the long wait guys, I've had a shit-load of exams:L I shall try and become more organised, I promise:')

I surprised him as I got to the bottom of the stairs by walking straight past him and out of the glass patio doors.

He was at my side by the time my little green slip-ons had blended into the delicate blades of grass just outside the doors. He grabbed my hand and squeezed, muttering "very graceful," softly in my ear.

I would have blushed, if I were human.

We made our way deep into the forest.

The sharp wind shoved my hair behind my head as we ran, causing it to whip the back of my neck, yet I felt nothing.

I was already starting to miss the way the wind sent soft whispers up and down my delicately manufactured human skin.

I stopped dead to see if it would feel the same, even a little bit.

Edward stopped a few paces in front.

My hair stopped sprinting around in mid-air and relaxed in a tight ball, situated at the back of my head.

It wasn't used to that amount of air being shoved through it so quickly.

Although my skin was still aware of how the wind rattled the spring trees above me, and how it weaved in and out of my loosely fitted dress, it had no affect on the actual me.

"How are you doing?" Edward asked, already walking towards me.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I stated as convincingly as I could manage.

He stood so close we were almost touching.

I looked up and into the liquid gold orbs that hung on the middle of his beautiful face and lost train of thought. It was like his eyes were relaxing every muscle in my entire body.

"My Bella," he sighed, moving his hand towards my face to trace my cheekbones, "what have I done to you," he pleaded.

"Edward, stop with the guilt, okay? It wasn't you, it was that complete dick, James. NOT you!" he rested hit forehead against mine and wrapped his arms around my waist, laughing under his breath. "And even if it was your fault, I really don't mind!" I laughed. "I mean, now that I'm like you, I can do this…" I stood straight and pulled his neck down, kissing him just as passionately, if not more, than in the ballet studio.

He pushed my back up against a near by tree as I wound my fingers into his hair.

Just about the time when he would usually pull away, he reached for the straps on my dress, pushing them both down, causing the only piece of material I was wearing, apart from my underwear, to fall to my feet.

I pulled away for a minute to look at him, clearly shocked at his actions.

He looked back, raising his eyebrows.

"Sorry, if you're not comforta-" I cut him off by smacking my lips against his.

My hands moved to the buttons of his shirt, pulling each one until his shirt was completely open, then dropping it to the floor.

He pulled me tighter against him and moaned against my lips.

I felt his large penis get harder as it pressed against my thigh through his jeans.

I couldn't wait any longer..

Author's note: yes, I am going to be reeeally mean and end this chapter here;) but no worries, I shall update very soon